by Elsa Kurt
At first, I’m confused. Does he not want this? Am I making a fool of myself?
His hand moves, and his thumb strokes my brow. “Don’t frown,” he whispers and kisses me softly.
Brendan looks at his watch as I gather my bearings. Something incredibly hard to do with him so close. “You need to let the world know that Kyle passed.”
“Me? I am not ready to do that,” I snap. “For God’s sake, Brendan. I learned of his death hours ago.” A tremor runs through me, not because he’s still so close and he’s touching me—no, I’m terrified. There is a good chance I won’t be able to keep my head at the pressure and the tears will come.
His finger and thumb grab my chin and his face leans into mine. My tongue slides along my lip, eager for another kiss but it never comes. “Kylie Courier. You are one of the strongest and bravest women I know. I want to remind you that the Cougar family is behind you and expects you to lead. I will be right next to you if you need me. You’ll make us all proud.”
The warmth of his hand and body is gone as he steps back. Brendan’s eyes are hard on mine, willing me to prove him right. Inhaling through my nose, I force air into my lungs and move to the large mirror. My lips are pink and puffy from his kisses and the color of my eyes brighter than normal.
Running my hands down my clothes, I check to see that everything is in its place and turn to Brendan. There is a slight bulge in his pants, but otherwise, he’s as put together as normal. When our eyes meet, there is something new and dark there, but neither of us mentions it.
On the elevator, my body begins to shake with nerves and my skin grows cold. Varying words, phrases, and memories pass through my mind as I debate what to say. Brendan grabs my hand, and his warmth seeps into me.
“Hey, you’ve got this. I will go first and make the announcement then I will introduce you. Keep it short. Your sadness over your granddaddy’s passing and how the Cougar family will stand strong, etcetera.”
My brows draw together. “Wait—I thought you said—”
Brendan chuckled. “I know what I said.”
Opening my mouth to yell at him, the doors to the elevator open to the front lobby. Voices echo off the walls and I’m forced to shut my mouth. I shoot Brendan a glare before composing myself.
Brendan walks confidently to the podium with the Cougar logo hanging off it and I stand at the side. My eyes flit through the crowd before returning to the big jerk.
“Thank you for coming today. It is with a heavy heart that the Cougar family must announce the passing of our owner, Kyle Courier.” The press goes crazy at the words and I keep my hands threaded together in front of me. With new eyes, I watch as Brendan calms the crowd of reporters. He looks sexy in his suit and I peek at his ass hidden beneath. “As you can imagine, all of us are deeply saddened. Kyle was not only an owner, he was a father figure to our Cougar family. An announcement will be made once we have arranged his funeral. In the meantime, please welcome his granddaughter, his namesake, and the new owner of the Cougars, Kylie Courier, with the same respect as you would Kyle Courier.”
Brendan steps toward me and I inhale a fortifying breath. Everyone speaks at once at the announcement. Pushing my shoulders back, I snap my spine straight and move to the podium. Imagining what Granddaddy would expect of me, I stand quietly, watching the crowd.
The voices hush, and my heart thumps against my ribcage. “As you can imagine, we are shocked and saddened by my granddaddy’s death. He was a great man, and his presence will continue to fill these halls. It is an honor to step into his shoes and lead this team. The support of the Cougar family and fans will drive me to fulfill my granddaddy’s vision. Thank you.” With a quick nod to those gathered, I move toward Brendan’s side as Duke, our communications president, steps forward to handle the press’s questions.
“Great job,” Brendan whispers and escorts me the way we came.
Chapter 6
Brendan
Holy shit, I’m fucked.
I’ve always thought of Kylie as a beautiful woman. Now that we’ve kissed, I’m done for. Seeing her command the podium? There’s not much more I can take. I promised myself long ago I wouldn’t screw up this position with this amazing family, but I can’t take back any of the touches or kisses, nor do I want to. I’d gladly give up this amazing job for more of Kylie.
My dick is hard and aching. It’s a very good thing it didn’t spring to attention until we walked away from the crowd. I guide her down the hall to the elevator that brings us to the offices. Inside, I put my card in and press the button for our floor. We stand side by side as the doors close. Seconds pass, and when the car begins to rise, I’m on her.
I devour her pretty lips as my hands tangle in her hair. They’re soft and full, bending under mine. She grabs fistfuls of my shirt as she hangs on and I push my hips against her. Kylie gasps when my erection presses against her belly and my tongue swoops in to play with hers.
She tastes like a mix of whiskey and chocolate. Pulling away, needing more, I trail kisses up her jaw to her ear. I flick my tongue over the shell and love the way she shivers under my touch. Moving to her neck, I reach out and stop the car. Our eyes meet, but she doesn’t stop me. Her eyes are glazed with desire and more blood rushes below my waist.
This pull to Kylie is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. Her fingers find the buttons to my shirt and my dick throbs, liking where this is going. My hands roam up her luscious hips to her waist until my thumbs tease the bottoms of her full breasts.
Kylie’s fingers graze the skin of my abdominal muscles and I hiss with pleasure. She draws back, and her concern is evident. “Did I hur—”
“No, God, no…” I murmur and slowly tug at her shirt, pulling it out from her skirt. My eyes are on hers, watching her for any signs to stop.
My shirt, tie, suit jacket, and her shirt hit the floor at the same time. Holy shit. Kylie stands in front of me in a sexy black lace bra and my mouth waters. She leans forward, and I force myself to still. Her tongue and lips drag along my pecs down to my nipple. I groan when the flat side of her tongue scrapes against my erect nipple. She repeats it with the other side until I can’t take it and my mouth descends to the tops of her breasts. Plump, full, and so soft.
Kylie hooks her thumbs into her straps and they fall. With a flick of my thumb and forefinger, I release the clasp at her back and her bra slides down her arms to the ground. Taking a moment, I admire and memorize the teardrop shape of her full breasts. Her large areolas are pink and her nipples pucker under my gaze.
“Fuck, Kylie…” I groan and cup each breast; they are soft and heavy in my hands. She sighs when my thumbs rub against her nipples.
After a few strokes, she grabs the back of my neck and tugs my mouth to where she needs it. I suck her nipple in and saw my teeth over the tip and flick it. Kylie’s moans and gasps encourage me to do more.
Grabbing handfuls of material, I hike her skirt to her hips. Kylie touches me wherever she can as she offers me her sweet breasts. There has never been a time in my life that a woman has given herself so freely. She’s gorgeous, her face flush with pleasure, her chest heaving, her lips parted ever so slightly with her teeth biting down on the soft flesh.
My free hand explores her thigh and bare ass until I find the lace covering her pussy. Never releasing the nipple in my mouth, I pull the tiny fabric down to her knees. She parts her legs and I can smell her sweet arousal. My mouth waters and I release her nipple with a pop.
Taking a quick peek, I see her heavy-lidded eyes watching me. I lower to my knees and my hands caress her soft thighs, giving her a chance to object. When she says nothing, I leave a trail of kisses on her thighs toward her bared lips.
Pushing my tongue between her slit, I find her bundle of nerves. Kylie moans and her thighs tense under my palms. Her sweetness explodes on my tongue and I find myself needing more.
“Please, Brendan…” she begs as my tongue teases her.
Meeting her eyes, I suck on her clit before asking
, “What do you need, baby?”
“More! Don’t fucking tease me, give me more.” My dick swells and suddenly her fingers are plucking at her nipples. A sheen of sweat covers my body at the erotic sight.
I find her warm and wet entrance and push in one finger and then two. Curling them, I find the elusive g-spot as I fasten my mouth over her clit. She wants to come, and I want to see her come, to know it’s my touch that’s shattered her into a million pieces. The pressure in my pants is too much. I set myself free and my hard length pulses when the cool air brushes over it. Working her faster, I feel the moment her muscles squeeze.
“Yes! Brendan, yes!” she cries, and her hips gyrate against my face.
Fucking hell, Kylie is even more beautiful in her aroused state. She’s lost in my touch, and I would do anything to keep her like this. When I suck on the bundle of nerves, her back arches and her body convulses.
My mouth and fingers are covered in her sweetness. I can’t get enough and lap up every drop of pleasure she releases until she shudders. I’m hard and throbbing, and yet all I want to do is make her come with my mouth again. I’m done for. Maybe this was why I’d kept my distance all along. Not because it would be inappropriate, but because it would be life-altering.
I would love to say that I did it all to release her worries, but I’d be lying. I needed to know her taste. Whatever this thing between us is, I couldn’t deny the beast any longer. Hell, I think I might have made things worse. I now know her flavor, the sound of her whimpers, and the commanding tone in her voice demanding that I don’t tease her. It all makes the ache I’ve ignored for so long all the more powerful.
Licking her off my fingers, I push to my feet. Kylie groans as her dilated eyes meet mine, the blue irises a small ring. Her post-orgasm glow takes my breath away. Any remote chance of returning to how things were is officially impossible.
Chapter 7
Kylie
Oh, my God…that was the best orgasm a man has ever given me. Brendan knows how to use his mouth and fingers. Holy shit…Brendan Knight just ate me out in a fucking elevator.
My mind reels as I struggle for every breath. Looking down when I catch movement, I see him lick his fingers clean and groan. How is my body still wound up?
“How do I taste?” I ask, the words out before I can even think them. What is wrong with me? I’ve never been so forward with a man in my life.
“So fucking good, baby.”
My sex clenches, and that’s when I see he’s released himself from the confines of his dress pants. Wow! The head to his dick is pink and angry looking. A thick vein runs down it toward the base to a well-groomed section of pubic hair. My tongue slips out and glides across my lower lip as I wonder what he tastes like.
Brendan growls and wraps his hand around his shaft. “You’re killing me, Kylie.”
I’m not sure what comes over me. Maybe it’s all the sex I haven’t had in a while. I face the wall and look over my shoulder as I stick my ass out. If I’m going to screw around with Brendan, I need the whole experience.
“Make me forget everything,” I demand, and swivel my hips around.
He stands behind me, his hands cupping and caressing my ass. “Are you sure about this? We can stop right here.”
His words soothe me. Brendan is a good man, a great man even. But right now, what I need is for him to make me forget. “Please make me forget. No fucking teasing, I want it all.”
“Say my name, Kylie,” he demands as his fingers pluck at my nipples.
“Brendan, I need you to fuck me…now!”
One hand grabs my ass as I hear a wrapper. “I’ve got you, baby.”
With a hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes lightly, and I lower. A finger slides up and down my slit, and when I’m about to tell him to quit teasing me, the broad head of his dick is at my entrance. An inch, and then two and three. He takes his time invading my tight channel as it stretches to accommodate his dick.
“Sweet lord,” I gasp.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says between clenched teeth. He finds my clit and starts to thrum it. The pleasure relaxes me, and he finally bottoms out. I’m full, so damn full.
Brendan cups one breast and grips my hip with his free hand as he thrusts in and out. We moan with each deep stroke. As he speeds up, his fingers dig into my hip. No pain, only pleasure.
I’m so lost in his touch I don’t allow myself to think. Not about where I’m having sex or the fact that it’s Brendan Knight who’s driving me crazy. Each breath becomes harder to take and goose bumps cover my flesh. The sounds coming from us drive my need and keep my worries at bay.
His control snaps and I hold myself steady as he pounds into me, my legs trembling with pleasure. I’ll probably be sore later, but he feels amazing. Warmth winds up low in my belly, and before I can process what I’m feeling, I’m climaxing. He lowers his body to mine and cups my breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at my nipples. One orgasm leads to another and I can’t catch my breath.
“Kylie!” he grunts, and his hips buck once, and then twice before he stills around me. We gasp for air, our hearts racing as one as his dick throbs inside me. He kisses my spine before cool air replaces his lips.
He pulls out, and for a moment loneliness washes over me. I bite my lip, refusing to look further into the odd sentiment. Brendan turns me and cups my cheeks before he presses his lips to mine. It’s sweet and tender and my heart squeezes in my chest—a potent kiss that bowls me over, and fear strikes.
Ending the kiss, I take a step away from him and slip my panties on in record time. Unable to meet his eyes, I find my bra and pull the straps on before clasping it. Brendan watches me at first before he removes the condom and ties it off. He tucks himself into his underwear and puts the used condom in his pocket. We put on our shirts without a word and my emotions spiral out of control.
My heart is thundering in my chest and my body is trembling. I just had sex with Brendan Knight in the elevator to the floor of our offices. Holy shit, what have I done? You had the best fucking sex in your life is what you did, Kylie…I shake my head, hoping he doesn’t realize I’m talking to myself. Pulling my skirt down over my hips, I look at the reflection of the walls and see everything in place.
“Fuck!” I snap as I stare at the rectangle in the corner.
“What?” he asks, sliding on his suit jacket.
Leaning against the elevator wall I used only minutes ago to support myself from the pounding Brendan gave me, I close my eyes. “Camera,” I mutter. Great, the first day as the owner to the Cougars and whoever is in the security office got a show. A full frontal of their boss getting thoroughly fucked by the lawyer on payroll.
At the thought my sex throbs. I am indeed sore. Not the kind of sore where you’re miserable. No, the kind that makes you remember everything that led to the delicious feeling and leaves you wanting more.
“Shit, Kylie. I’m so sorry, I—”
Raising my hand, I lay it on his chest. “Neither of us thought about it, and it’s not like you forced yourself on me. I asked for it as much as you wanted it. Please unlock the elevator so we can get to our offices before people notice anything is amiss.”
He does as I ask without another word. We exit the elevator, and when we see no one is around, my nerves slowly ease. I enter my office alone without saying so much as goodbye to Brendan, and turn the lock. Leaning against the door, I slide to the floor and cradle my head. Tears of confusion and grief roll down my face.
I don’t know what is between Brendan and me. I’m lost in grief, and the added stress of learning I now own my granddaddy’s baby is taking a toll on me. The emotions in the elevator felt real and left me raw, but I can’t trust them. It can’t happen again even if I want to understand it better.
Chapter 8
Brendan
Kylie’s refused to bring up what we shared in the elevator. A couple months have passed, and she’s returned to behaving like the professional put to
gether woman I’ve admired from afar. Only so much has changed since I took her in the elevator.
We buried Kyle almost a week later and kept it to the Cougar family. Michael showed and stood at his daughter’s side while I watched from afar. She’s put off enough signals to warn me to steer clear of her and I have done as she wished. Legally things are still taking their time in switching over to her. The Cougar family, on the other hand, has adapted well to her new role. Kyle groomed her to take this on, but I’m sure she was born for it.
Fuck, if she doesn’t look sexy in meetings as she takes charge. She’s led plenty of conversations and sat back and listened to even more. Kylie knew her grandfather’s vision, and for anyone who knew Kyle, they would see that she was sticking to it.
Magazines have run articles on the young, single billionaire since the announcement of her new role as the Cougars’ owner. Pictures gathered from press conferences or on her rare time out have graced magazines as people speculate whether she’s seeing someone. Me! I want to scream, but it’s a lie. Kylie is so careful around me, not even a brush of her shoulder or hand as she passes by. A time or two I’ve seen her take the long way to her seat to avoid crossing my path. Her actions feel like someone’s dug their hand into my chest cavity and put my heart in a vise.
I’ve never stepped over the line until the day I told her about Kyle. Should I have done that? No. Would I change what I did? No. It makes me an asshole, I’m sure, but every night I’ve dreamt of her and I want more. More of her sweet taste, her touch, and her secrets. I want all of Kylie.
There’s only so many times I can stroke my cock to the thought of her sweet body. The way she’d offered herself to me as she pressed her small hands against the elevator walls. And I know her kisses had been as desperate as mine. She’d wanted me as much as I’d wanted her. I know I didn’t imagine those minutes with her.
